Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPGE2WX8590YSDCA07JNCR

Molly adjusted her glittery unicorn horn headband and squinted at the balloon arch sagging over the backyard gate. "You’re sure this is the right place? Because I’m pretty sure we just broke into a five-year-old’s wet dream." Bill wiped frosting off his sleeve—vanilla, with sprinkles—and sighed. "Positive. Intel says the birthday kid’s dad is some tech bro who ‘disrupts’ birthday parties by giving out iPads instead of actual toys. We’re doing these kids a favor." Molly plucked a cupcake from a nearby table and peeled off the wrapper. "So our grand plan is to waltz in, grab the loot, and hope no one notices two grown adults in ski masks stuffing tablets into a duffel bag?" "Pretty much. Also, we’re not wearing ski masks. We’re wearing these." Bill held up a pair of oversized, bedazzled sunglasses. "Disguises. We’re *cool* parents." Molly took a bite of the cupcake and immediately regretted it. "This is carob. Who serves carob at a kid’s party?" "Monsters. That’s who." Bill grabbed a juice box and stabbed the straw through the foil. "Alright, new plan. We blend in, we mingle, we wait for the piñata to explode—" "Which is when we make our move," Molly finished, nodding. "Chaos is our friend." Bill grinned. "And if anyone asks, we’re the magician’s assistants." Molly deadpanned. "We don’t even have a magician." "Details." Bill tossed her a party hat. "Now put this on before someone thinks we’re the caterers."